Since Sirius can get a little murder as a treat (and manslaughter too), may we get a mitm snippet as one 🤲
How can I deny such pleadingly open hands! You may have a little sneak peek, as a treat, for morale:
"Look who I ran into on my way here! What are you conspiring against me, huh?," James asked with a teasing laugh. "Having parties without me?" "Not my idea," Sirius said plainly and looked back into the listings on his screen. "It was suposed to be a surprise for you!," Peter explained quickly and began unpacking the assortment of drinks he had bought. It countained a concerning amount of Dark Fruit. "For me?" James dropped down next to Sirius and peered over his shoulder onto his phone. "Is it my birthday already? What are you looking at?" "Carbon brushes." "No, but it's his. Or, was," Peter kept explaining pointing at Sirius who had to hold back an eyeroll. It had been so quiet here after everyone had left and now it was so loud. "Oh," James said, suddenly hesitant. "I thought - Do you want to celebrate?" Sirius sighed. "We're not celebrating my fucking birthday, Peter just wanted to have a reason to hang around since he appears to yearn for your presence. Looks like you've been quite neglectful, James," he scolded him with a sneer. "I haven't been that bad. We saw eachother yesterday!" James dropped back into his chair and reached out for the cans on the table. "Did you buy anything zero?" Peter pushed a White Monster towards him. "We only met in the hallway at uni... I also got vodka, if you want to mix." James pulled a face and shook his head but cracked the can open. Then he finally spotted the white and partly assembled elephant in the corner of the kitchen. "What is that?" "Take a guess, Sherlock, I'm sure you can find out yourself," Sirius murmured, still entrenched in his research for parts. Apparently there were several places that sold washing machines in the area but none of them seemed to sell seperate parts. Sirius typed "scrapyard"" into the search bar. Maybe he could sneak on there and find a decently in shape one there and take the brushes with him... James swatted at him. "I can see that it's a washing machine. But why is it here and where did it come from?" "We carried it upstairs, from the pavement. The brushes are worn down and the shops around here are all fucking useless." "If you wanted a washing machine you could have just told me," James said and took a sip from his can. "I could have just ordered one."
I was yearning for Sirius being a sarcastic bitch again, so this was fun to write 😂 it's not from the next chapter though. Quite a bit ahead of us until then!
Next chapter will probably come next week so stay tuned!!
